Jane and her wild man continue their explorations with each other.
Chapter Four
The morning sun was glorious, sending sparkling diamonds reflecting over the river current. Small monkeys darted on the far side of the bank, splashing one another in a game of chase. Beans again, Jane thought, stirring the small tin over an ever smaller fire just enough to bring a little heat to the familiar meal. No shadows had emerged in the night to greet her and Tarzan hadn't provided another fish, she smiled. She was still nude, feeling more confident in the jungle clearing, and besides her only visitor thus far had likewise shown up either barely dressed or not dressed at all. She was getting used to "going native" as she liked to think of it now.
She thought back to yesterday's interlude with Tarzan. Had she been too forward with him? Had she scared him off with her bold approach and willing sharing of her body? He'd seemed perplexed, for sure but had enjoyed it she thought. "What man wouldn't?" she said aloud.
The thoughts of yesterday sent tingles into her stomach and a familiar quickening in her pussy. She reacted like a teenage virgin, her breath speeding up and shivers starting on her body, despite the warmth of the sun peeking through the jungle canopy. She could feel moisture growing at her opening and touched her swelling lips.
"My God, girl you have to slow down," she murmured, but still explored the dewy lips and slid her other hand up over her taut abs and to her breasts. She imagined the feeling of Tarzan's cum splashing on her chest, dribbling down her body, and became more lost in the sensual dance playing out in her head.
She spread her legs wider, slipping another finger inside herself and continued the exploration, taking her time and building her fantasy layer by layer; imaging Tarzan standing over her, kissing her, his strong arms holding her, and his penis growing against her leg. Her fingers pumped in a rhythmic dance into her wet channel and she flicked her button every third or fourth trip in and out, slowing her release but building her pleasure.
Sweat pooled around her neck and beads scurried down her bare chest, tiny rivers between her breasts. The feeling brought back more memories of the warm cum on her, Tarzan's firm but gentle touch on her body and her hand sped up, pounding into her sex with a sloppy squishing sound reminding her of fast unbridled sex. Then she came, a bursting, powerful, wet explosion forcing her back onto the moist leaves of the jungle floor as her breath caught in her throat. Jane sucked in air, groaned and then let out a blood curdling scream in complete ecstasy.
Jane had dozed there, it could have been minutes, it could have been an hour; she had no idea. She opened her eyes, seeing Tarzan pawing around the fire, sniffing the leftover can of beans and discarding it. He was wet, his hair still dripping down his muscled back, and from behind she saw he wore the thin leather strip around his waist. He must have just arrived and found her sleeping. She sat up, wiped some of the leaves off of her shoulders and called to him, "Tarzan, you're back... hello"
He turned quickly at the sound of her voice, and came to sit by her, looking her over, searching her arms and legs for wounds.
"I'm ok, I'm fine, what's the matter?" Jane asked as he looked concerned.
He motioned toward the jungle, then pointed to her, "Jane, aaahaah, aaahg, Tarzan..." he said in a broken voice and made swimming type of motions.
She was confused, then it dawned on her, he'd heard her scream, well not really scream but cry out in a body-wrenching orgasm and had come to see if she was ok. She smiled, felt a warmth for this wild man and patted his arm.
